Sometimes the things we do speak so loudly I can't hear what we're saying.
Maybe a little louder for the people in the back.
-bill kenny
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Sometimes the things we do speak so loudly I can't hear what we're saying.
I tell this tale every year and will continue to do so even as they lock me away in the home. I've taken to calling it: Bill's Chri...
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